The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1887-04-02

ing man, with a noble heart. He wa
wealthy and alone in the world, was Gu,
Sturdevant; he had no ties of family an,
only a few tried friends! lie stood listenin!
to the music, his soul in his eyes, his fac,
growing slowly pale.
at is beautifulr cried his friend, light
ly; Neil Gordon was apt to judge every
thing lightly; but Guy said nothing-spokt
no word.
With him the true appreciation of tru,
music could be expressed only by the eo
quence of silence. So he stood there like
one spell-bound, while the music faltered
away and was still.
Then he started and a slight SILVER ran
over his graceful form like chill.
The old man held out very dilapidated
hat Neil Gordon flung coin into the re.
b. eeptacle, but Guy Sturdevant drew bank.
note from his pocket aud laid it in the old
mans grimy hand.
Il have heard Ole Bull and the rest" he
remarked slowly, "but no violin music has
eyer touched my heart before Old man
you ought TO be upon the boards Why do
YOU not play for the pubic-the fashionable
public-in some great theater?'
A cynical smile crossed the musician $
lips, and there was twinkle in his deep
set eyes.
Just light the worldr' he calculated.
Here | give you my best music out in the
free air, with Gods blue sky above our
heads, music which need cost you nothing
for If you do not choose to contribute YOU
need not, you know? Yet you are not sat-
isiiedw
81 spoke for your good, returned Sturde.
Yant, noting the angry flash of the old
mans eyes. "You know that the world
never appreciates free favors. TO be re-
ceiyed and listened 10 rs ati artist by the
world, one must occupy definite and re-
spected position"
'Ies, yes; l know. The world of FASH
ion pays its five and ten dollars to hear
Patti, yet that same world would scarcely
stand in the street to listen TO the divine
dtcd'S singing, should she sing there un-
heralded. understand, sir. Thanks for
your generous donation"
And returning his ragged cap to his head,
he turned TO move away.
THAT is fine instrument" internosed
Neil Gordon. "What will you take for it?
Old, too. A Cremona, do believer in
surprise and attempting to lay his hand
upon it. But the old man drew pack with
low cry of rage, his face pale, his eyes
flashing.
Don't touch it!' he painted. 81 will
not sell i'll will starve first! That violin
is priceless, sir-worth its weight in gold to
me and my child"
Neil Gordon turned aside with suaye
apology, and the old man hurried away.
But his sudden movement Just at the street
crossing, crowded with carriages and hur-
rying pedestrians, threw him right in the
way of pair Of rearing, plunging horses,
terrified and ready to trample any object in
their path.
A moment later and the old man lay up
on the ground right under the iron-shod
hoofS. But with swift movement Guy
Sturdevant rushed to his side, caught the
frightened horses by the bride, throwing
them back upon their Launches, and saw
ing the old musicians life. But he was
unconscious, and had suffered injury of
some kind. Yet even in his insensibiity
he clutched the precious violin in his arms,
and 1t was quite unharmed.
Guy Sturdevant had the old man carried
into neighboring drugstore and resusci.
taled, then he had him placed in cal, and
seated himself at his side.
"Tell me where TO have you driven" lie
said 10 the old man.
TO Little's Court" the musician re-
turned. "lts rough place for such as
you to come TO, young sir, and oughn't 10
let you; but Brownie will be so frightened
to see her old granddad brought home
this way. I'D be glad to have your
company"
"Who is BrownicP" asked Guy invol-
UNFAIRLY
"My granddaughter, sir. It's for her
aske that play in the Streets only, sir,
she doesn't know that it's in the streets
that play. l make her believe that am
employed in theater."
Guy Sturdeyant nodded. He understood
the pride which prompted this.
He wondered, too, at the old mans eyi-
dent education and refinement. He did
know that the rags and dirt we've each day
and again at night assumed by the old
musician 10 hide his identity, and to keep
from Brownie the knowledge of his real
occupation.
They reached the court, and the old mans
quarters, plain but scrupulOusiy neat
apartments upon the second floor of a tum-
be-down old house. And here Guy
Sturdevant saw Brownie Allen, and loved
her at first sight-he, the aristocratic young
millionaire; but love, like death, is no re-
spector of persons. A slim, pale little
maiden, with brown eyes and hair, but the
lovcliest face in the world TO Guy After
that he was a daily visitor. He found
Brownie highly cultivated. She had spent
three years at college, and had made the
most of her advantages.
Time passed, but the old man did not
recover. Guy Sturdevant saw that he
could not live; that poor Brownie would
soon be alone in .he world. And he loved
her. Poor and obscure, yet she was lady,
aud Guy Sturdevant had chosen her from
all the world for his wife.
He asked her to be his wife, and sweet,
blushing Brownie consented.
The young man marked the evident un- /!
easiness of the old man, the unspoken fear
lest harm should befall the girl when he |
would be dead, and Guy proposed an i'm
mediate marriage.
So, one fair Spring evening. GUY Stnrde- |